I’m a terrible person. I literally cannot go somewhere without stealing something. As I type this I’m actually in a friend’s house snatching some incense and matches while she sleeps. I can’t not take things. I’m a complete kleptomaniac. Even if it’s something silly, like a paintbrush or bookmark, I have to take something. I don’t even like incense but I didn’t hesitate to stick some in my purse. A couple days ago at the mall I stole a hair now from hot topic. I don’t even wear these things, I don’t even have hair for christ’s sake. But I did it. Because I had to.